George Meredith

Modern Love Xx: I Am Not Of Those - Poem by George Meredith

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I am not of those miserable malesWho sniff at vice and, daring not to snap,Do therefore hope for heaven. I take the hapOf all my deeds. The wind that fills my sailsPropels; but I am helmsman. Am I wrecked,I know the devil has sufficient weightTo bear: I lay it not on him, or fate.Besides, he's damned. That man I do suspectA coward, who would burden the poor deuceWith what ensues from his own slipperiness.I have just found a wanton-scented tressIn an old desk, dusty for lack of use.Of days and nights it is demonstrative,That, like some aged star, gleam luridly.If for those times I must ask charity,Have I not any charity to give?